Chapter 220: Bronze Statue Technique

Without sparing a glance at the two who had fallen, Cheng Feng looked solemnly at the two Evil Soldier crates. The crates were covered in Liuding's blood, the chains were already crossed where they met, and a murky black mist began to dissipate.

As the chains intertwined, a thick, black, murky mist, so dense it was almost liquid, began to slowly drift out from the gaps in the crates. They swirled and twisted in the air like living ghosts, searching for gaps to escape through.

The crate lids exploded open with a boom, and two figures slowly emerged from within, accompanied by billowing black smoke.

Cheng Feng could not help but frown; despite all his calculations, the Evil Soldiers had been released after all. Looking at the Evil Soldiers, Cheng Feng prepared to order the Mechanical Dog to fire another two bursts.

Yet, he did not expect the dying Liu Dong on his flank to tremblingly raise the Jade Tablet in his hand, pointing it at Cheng Feng and saying, "Kill, kill him."

Cheng Feng had no mind to pay attention to this dying man; he called for Cheng Yi, who was hiding in the shadows, to come out and watch the Great Stronghold Master of Black Wind Stronghold.

The Second Stronghold Master, Wu Jiang, had been directly decapitated by Cheng Feng while he had the chance. If that wounded arm were not treated in time, he would surely die from excessive blood loss anyway, so it was better to die by his own hand first.

Finishing off an opponent—Cheng Feng was a professional.

How sharp were Cheng Feng's eyes? He saw the special Jade Tablet gripped in Liu Dong's hand at a single glance. He completely ignored the Evil Soldier lunging at him and rushed toward the dying Liu Dong on the ground without hesitation. With lightning speed, he hacked off Liu Dong's hand with his Sword and then gripped the Jade Tablet tightly.

Liu Dong let out a miserable shriek, only then realizing that the Jade Tablet in his hand had been snatched away by Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng stood firmly, faced the Evil Soldier, and shouted loudly, "Stop!"

However, the Evil Soldier did not react to his command at all and still lunged rapidly toward Cheng Feng. With no other choice, Cheng Feng held his Sword in one hand, mobilized all his Blood Qi, and prepared to engage the Evil Soldier in a desperate fight.

Just then, the Evil Soldier was already within reach. Cheng Feng was prepared to give it his all, but to his surprise, the Evil Soldier suddenly stopped.

Cheng Feng felt a slight sense of relief, and the circulation of his Blood Qi stopped accordingly. But at this very moment, the two Evil Soldiers, like hungry dogs that had caught the scent of food, lunged at Cheng Feng once again.

Cheng Feng hurriedly retreated while preparing to circulate his Qi and Blood again. But he was astonished to find that his Qi and Blood had actually seeped into the Jade Tablet in his hand, and the Evil Soldier in front of him had once again shown signs of stopping.

With his thoughts racing, Cheng Feng immediately made a decision. He quickly mobilized the Blood Qi in his body and injected it into the Jade Tablet in his hand. At the same time, he shouted loudly, "Don't move!"

Before the words had even faded, the Evil Soldier truly did as Cheng Feng wished; even though its face revealed an extreme craving for flesh and blood, it still stood frozen on the spot, motionless. Seeing that his idea worked, Cheng Feng wiped away some non-existent cold sweat.

Watching his trump card, the Evil Soldiers, being snatched away by Cheng Feng just like that, Liu Dong felt even more hatred and regret in his heart.

This grudge, he feared, would never be avenged.

Taking advantage of the moment the Evil Soldiers were standing still, Cheng Feng acted quickly. He bent down and carefully searched the headless corpse of Wu Jiang at his feet. In a few quick motions, he pulled several items from Wu Jiang. Then, without hesitation, he flew into a kick, sending Wu Jiang's body toward the side of the Evil Soldiers.

Cheng Feng stared intently at the Evil Soldiers' reaction, feeling uneasy in his heart. He wanted to know if the Evil Soldiers would be unable to control their impulses. Gratifyingly, the Evil Soldiers seemed to be struggling to restrain their bestial nature.

Although Wu Jiang's body emitted an enticing, bloody scent, the Evil Soldiers still stood steadily in place, not tempted by the blood. They seemed to be listening to Cheng Feng's command and obeying obediently.

Seeing his command take effect, Cheng Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He understood that this gamble had half succeeded. At the same time, he secretly rejoiced in his decision, because the Mechanical Dog's bullets were far too precious; he had to save them whenever he could, as Cheng Feng was still waiting for the Mechanical Dog to continue exploring the surroundings!

Maps of the Great Zhou were all government property; anyone who dared to sell maps privately would face the death penalty.

Cheng Feng had nowhere to receive new information, so after much thought, he could only rely on himself. The Mechanical Dog traveled by night and rested by day, trying its best to avoid pedestrians to complete the tasks Cheng Feng assigned. It was slower, but it had the advantage of being safe.

The only thing that could protect him was the machine gun; it would be bad if he ran out of bullets.

After all, reloading the magazine also took time, and there would be risks in the interim.

An Evil Soldier that could be controlled by him was a good Evil Soldier. Cheng Feng commanded the Evil Soldiers to perform a few simple movements to experiment; complex movements like dancing were impossible, as they could only perform simple actions.

Obeying orders, feeling no fear, eager to devour flesh and blood, and impervious to blades and spears—they were truly excellent puppets for fighting. No wonder they were called Evil Soldiers!

Cheng Feng came before Liu Dong and looked down at him: "Where did you get these Evil Soldiers? Who gave you the blades and swords?"

Liu Dong turned a deaf ear, grinned, and said, "Little brother, some people are not to be trifled with. Someone will come to avenge me."

After saying this, Liu Dong silently closed his eyes to wait for death. Cheng Feng was not annoyed; seeing this posture, he could guess that there must be someone powerful behind Liu Dong.

Otherwise, why would a mountain bandit keep so many blades and swords?

Which mountain bandit didn't turn to banditry on the mountain because they couldn't make a living? If there were any other way to survive, who would be a mountain bandit?

And they even kept so much gold, silver, and jewelry. Cheng Feng would ask about things he couldn't understand, and if he couldn't get an answer, he wouldn't dwell on it.

Looking at the stubborn Liu Dong, Cheng Feng swung his Sword and gave him a quick end.

Once upon a time, he had even taken on a job as a guard for the Li Mansion to earn money, and he would agonize over whether to run away just hearing the name of the Black Wind Stronghold.

Now, he himself had chopped off the head of the Great Stronghold Master of the Black Wind Stronghold.

Diligence and hard work, as expected, were still useful.

No longer sighing, Cheng Feng let Cheng Yi loot the bodies, and even searched the head-shot Liuding over there, to see if he could find anything he needed from these three giants of the Black Wind Stronghold.

In his hands, he had the items looted from Wu Jiang: a Secret Manual for external training, the Bronze Statue Technique, ten 100-tael silver notes, and a bottle of pills of unknown use.

Liuding only had 800 taels in silver notes, and nothing else. Originally, Cheng Feng had even coveted Liuding's extreme speed.

As the Great Stronghold Master, Liu Dong had yielded nothing; Cheng Feng wished he could call Liu Dong back out to ask why he was so empty-handed.

But looking at the thirteen crates behind him, Cheng Feng suddenly realized: so that's where they were!